The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 35.2

Cang Lan was consumed by rage and overwhelming jealousy. She desperately wanted to crawl into Yu Xuanji’s heart to drive that bastard out so it would no longer occupy her lady’s thoughts.

This could not continue. Yu Xuanji refused to wake up, and Cang Lan dared not wake her forcefully.

Her eyes darkened as she came up with a clever plan. Since she couldn’t wake Yu Xuanji, she would enter Yu Xuanji’s sea of consciousness to investigate. She might even be able to track down that bastard.

But then Cang Lan hesitated. If Yu Xuanji found out she had secretly entered her consciousness, what if she became angry?

The idea was good, but it was a bit dishonorable. Cang Lan was the Great King of the Wildlands; she shouldn’t do such a guilty thing. If people found out and criticized her for being calculating and petty, how could she ever show her face in the Wildlands again? She would be a laughingstock!

No, no!

Cang Lan shook her head vigorously. She held Yu Xuanji, kissing her here and there—her ears, the corners of her mouth—clinging to her. She let her tail out, naturally coiling it around Yu Xuanji’s waist.

After hugging and kissing for a while, Cang Lan still felt it wasn’t enough. She buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s chest, taking a deep breath of her scent, but caught a faint smell of blood.

Sigh.

Cang Lan withdrew the tail from Yu Xuanji’s waist. The tip of her tail gently patted Yu Xuanji’s fragile abdomen. She slowly warmed her palm and pressed it against Yu Xuanji’s lower stomach.

Over the past few days, Yu Xuanji had been complaining of discomfort in her belly—it was sour and bloated, making it hard for her to sleep. So, Cang Lan thought of a way: pressing something warm against her abdomen.

In all the Wildlands, the most comfortable, soft, and warm thing was probably her own palm.

As Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji and warmed her belly, Ting Lan entered carrying a small bowl with a large chicken leg: “Cang Lan, time to eat. I saved this for you.”

Cang Lan sniffed it but had no appetite: “I don’t want to eat. You have it. My lady hasn’t woken up yet; I have no appetite. I’ll eat when she wakes.”

Seeing this, Ting Lan shook her head and sighed, thinking to herself that she really was a “love-brain.” But on second thought, Cang Lan truly did know how to care for someone.

Dragons were naturally lustful, and during their heat, they were usually uncontrollable. Yet Cang Lan had actually endured the temptation of her heat. Aside from being a bit mentally unstable, her treatment of Yu Xuanji was beyond reproach.

Ting Lan thought that it was no wonder the Master had searched for so many years and never forgot her.

If one finds a soulmate in this life, even if they have to search from the highest heavens to the yellow springs of the underworld, as long as there is a sliver of hope, they will spend their entire life searching.

Ting Lan was in the middle of being moved by their beautiful love story when she noticed Yu Xuanji starting to talk nonsense again.

Cang Lan looked anxious. She didn’t know what was wrong with Yu Xuanji. The nightmare had seemed to break earlier, and she had been sleeping well—why the sudden change?

Cang Lan hurriedly threw back the covers, intending to find Ming Huang and ask her to check on Yu Xuanji. But before she could turn around, her wrist was gripped tightly.

Yu Xuanji’s fingers clamped onto Cang Lan’s wrist like refined steel, squeezing so hard it hurt the bone.

Cang Lan frowned: “My Lady…”

Ting Lan sensed something was wrong and shouted: “Cang Lan! Do not look into the Master’s eyes!”

It was too late. Yu Xuanji’s eyes snapped open. Both of her hands gripped Cang Lan’s wrists as a faint golden light radiated from her eyes. The moment their eyes met, the golden light in their pupils connected into a single golden thread.

Ting Lan stood frozen, pulling back the hand she hadn’t managed to use to stop them. She whispered: “We’re doomed.”

An Zhi walked in munching on a carrot. Seeing Yu Xuanji and Cang Lan both lying on the bed and Ting Lan looking like the sky was falling, she asked: “What happened?”

Ting Lan shook her head in frustration: “The Master was trapped in a nightmare, but for some reason, it triggered a memory sharing. Cang Lan is likely sharing the Master’s dream now. What do we do?”

The carrot fell from An Zhi’s mouth. She grabbed Ting Lan’s wrist and shook her: “If the Master’s dream is about what happened back then, we won’t be able to hide it anymore!”

Ting Lan frowned: “The Master told us we must keep the secret. But we can’t wake them up now. Two people in a shared dream cannot be awakened unless one of them wakes up naturally from the dreamscape.”

The Ginseng Baby didn’t understand what they were saying, but it had a bright idea: “How about this? Let’s go to Mount Zhuiyun and find Phoenix-sister for help. She and Dragon-dragon are close; she must have a way to pull them back to reality.”

Ting Lan nodded: “That is our only option. An Zhi, you and the baby go to Mount Zhuiyun. I will stay here and watch over them.”

After An Zhi and the Ginseng Baby left, Ting Lan sat cross-legged in the corner, watching the two of them lying side-by-side on the stone bed, and scratched her hair in frustration.

The moment Cang Lan closed her eyes, the faint light before her grew smaller and smaller, merging into a bright, thin slit.

Memories shifted and intersected like the square hole in the middle of a copper coin, expanding and shrinking with the play of light and shadow. In an instant, the gap burst open, and a vast landscape appeared before her.

It was the height of spring in the third month. Peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountains. From a distance, the layers of peach trees looked like the rosy clouds of dawn.

A woman in black landed agilely on one of the peach trees. With a light press, countless pink petals fluttered down like a shower, dispersing like a fragrant breeze.

Cang Lan lay lazily on the tree, one hand behind her head, one leg dangling and swaying in mid-air, a long blade of foxtail grass in her mouth.

This was her third month in the mortal realm since leaving Penglai in the East Sea. The mortal world was indeed fun; there were flowers and wild fruits everywhere, and in crowded places, one could find many delicious foods.

Cang Lan sighed, pulled a green wild fruit from a pouch at her waist, and took a bite. It was so sour she winced, and she tossed it far away.

Licking her lips, Cang Lan groaned and turned over to lie on her stomach on the branch: “Where can I find my ‘True Son of Heaven’?”

Cang Lan was the last dragon in the three realms. For the sake of the dragon clan’s survival and the future prosperity of her kind, she had no choice but to leave the immortal mountains of Penglai to search for the legendary “True Son of Heaven” who would be her perfect match.

For hundreds of years, Cang Lan had traveled through the demon and monster realms searching for this “True Son of Heaven.” Three months ago, she was drawn by the bustling excitement of the human world and decided to stay for a while to enjoy the human delicacies.

Compared to the coarse food of the demon and monster realms, human food was the greatest delicacy in the world. Cang Lan had originally planned to stay for only two or three days, but somehow, she had stayed for over three months, and her quest for the “True Son of Heaven” had been pushed to the back of her mind.

Today was the third day of the third month. Flying in the sky, Cang Lan saw the crowds below were lively and bustling. She knew there must be good food, so she impatiently dove down.

Arriving at the most prosperous street in the county, Cang Lan saw that every household was decorated with lanterns and streamers. It seemed like a grand celebration.

Finding a small stall selling cakes, Cang Lan pointed to a green pastry she had never tried before. She bought one to taste and asked casually: “Auntie, is there a celebration here? Why is every house hanging red cloth and lanterns? It can’t be that every household is having a wedding.”

The woman selling cakes looked up. She saw a tall, beautiful lady dressed in black. Madam Li had lived a long time, but she had never seen such a stunningly beautiful woman.

It is human nature to be drawn to beauty. Seeing how beautiful Cang Lan was, Madam Li spoke a bit more: “Today is a great day. Every year on the third day of the third month, our Qingyang County sacrifices to the Dragon God in the river. We choose a sixteen-year-old unmarried girl from the county to be the Dragon God’s wife, to ensure good weather for the year. You must be an outsider, young lady; you don’t know our local customs.”

Cang Lan froze for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed: “The Master does not speak of wonders or chaotic spirits. Does a Dragon God truly exist? Have you ever seen what he looks like?”

Madam Li looked around and leaned in, whispering: “We have! When the Dragon God comes, there is wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Some say he is as big as a small mountain, with eyes larger than lanterns.”

Cang Lan took a bite of the green rice ball and sneered: “It’s probably just a monster playing tricks to scare people. If it were a true Dragon God, why would it force a common girl to marry it and commit such foul acts? I suspect it is no deity at all.”

Madam Li frowned and checked her surroundings again, saying: “You shouldn’t speak such nonsense, young lady. I only told you this because you bought my cakes. How dare you slander the Dragon God? Be careful not to bring a disaster upon yourself.”

Cang Lan gave a faint smile: “Sincerity brings results. I do not believe a Dragon God brings blessings to the people, so naturally, it has no power over me. If it were a deity that truly blessed the people, it certainly wouldn’t be so petty as to bring disaster over a few words. Clearly, it is just a monster that eats people without even spitting out the bones.”

As she finished speaking, a wedding procession arrived, accompanied by the sounds of gongs and drums. The children of the town gathered around the bridal sedan, clapping and shouting to ask for blessings.

Cang Lan also turned to look, only to hear Madam Li say: “Look, young lady, that is the wedding procession. This year, the Dragon God chose the second daughter of Member Yu’s family. She is the most beautiful girl in our Qingyang County. She is truly blessed.”

Cang Lan thought to herself: Blessed? More like cursed.

For some reason, Cang Lan found the red of the procession eyes earing, and the sound of the suona made her ears ache.

Cang Lan frowned and gave Madam Li a pearl, continuing to inquire: “Where is the bride being sent? Do you know where the Dragon God lives?”

Madam Li said: “The Dragon God lives in the water, of course. The bride arrives at the pier and sits on a wooden boat with holes drilled in it. She drifts further and further out until she sinks into the center of Qingyang Lake to be taken by the Dragon God.”

Hearing this murderous absurdity, Cang Lan let out a cold laugh.

Madam Li added mysteriously: “They say those brides favored by the Dragon God eventually ascend and become immortals. The girls who aren’t chosen can only watch with envy.”

Then, Cang Lan casually cast her gaze toward the bridal sedan, looking at that small wooden box that so easily trapped the entire life of a sixteen-year-old girl.

Cang Lan intended to transform into a pearl on the sedan to stay by the bride’s side and see exactly what kind of “divinity” this Dragon God was.

A sudden gust of wind blew, lifting the curtain of the bridal sedan. Amidst the shifting shadows, Cang Lan saw only the red veil being blown up by the wind, and the smooth, white chin of the girl that the veil failed to cover.